high tide

how is it
i feel beguiler, enticer, damsel in distress?
oh rescue me my beloved
and i will show you delights beyond measure

how is it
i feel hero, warrior, blood rising hot?
look upon me world,
and see self-love and triumph in adversity

here i am
wanting, wanted, wanton
take me oh sister moon
give me your cycles to mark my nights
for i have sacrificed my own
and my heat, my heart, is in delicious
disorder

Blackberries and salt water
............................

roadside pause in return to exile
car door frames as it opens
vista of islands in sun-sparkled bay
faery-dark woods watching over

bramble-robed cliffside hemmed with tideflats
washed not clean but fertile.
late august summer-ripe smell of home
blackberries and salt water

Sol
...............

Brazen sun-god
blasts a merciless swathe
across the afternoon and into my kitchen window.
Flights of small birds herald the assault,
avian fireworks,
shoaling like fish in a brilliant yellow sea.
Gaia turns herself away from his avaricious gape,
yearning for fulfillment
of even-tide's cool promise.

Sol, now not so Invictus,
paling, clarity fading
as woodsmoke haze closes in.
Premonition of evening rims the western sky
with darkening fir-tree palisade.
Still tentatively holding fast to the edge of my dooryard,
the sun lowers,
birds now fleeing in acknowledgement of a deity's retreat.

Only the too-early-matured,
too-soon-spent
grasses,
rustling in the breeze-bourne news of nightfall's advance,
bow their light-dappled heads.

Entropy
.............

Is this the calm before the storm
or merely stagnation
I feel entropy
is it decay? like compost
returning to the mother
reborn
I feel energy
released from decay. like compost
gift of the mother
renewed
is there calm before a storm
or is it anticipation...

Winter
............

the darkness comes so early now
it doesn't so much fall, as envelop
the sun,
takes its leave quietly through snow-heavy clouds
creeping over the hill and down the other side

the twlight air proclaims its coldness
finding voice as coyotes sing
the moon
rises to echoes of snow-glimmered hills
leaving the rest to imagination

whose woods these are I think I know
forest of few and secret paths entwines
the night
calls restless souls on snow-hindered pilgrimage
dreaming, I awaken. awakened, I dream.....

Cancer-born
..............

water sign am i
born under stars of Cancer
vessel of blood and salt
minerals make up my bones

what need of ocean have i
of tides and pounding sea
heart rythm waves
beat cadence in my veins

fish thinks water sky
til hook and net teach fatal truth
best to live life
where life is best lived

water sign am i
born in tidal pool of mothers' love
vessel of coral-fragile bones
blood and salt water make up my life.